The Last Time

Chapter Seven

By PinkChubbyMonkey(pinkchubbymonkey@aol.com)

Ginny stared at Hermione. Hermione sat there. She had totally forgotten about the ball. What was she going to do? She was in her Seventh year she had to go.

"Well," Ginny started, "you could go with Neville. I went to the Yule Ball with him a few years ago. Just a word of advice, don't dance with him."

Hermione shook her head. Yes, Neville was nice, but he was, well, Neville. She wanted to go with Ron. "Ginny maybe he hasn't asked Lavender to the ball. Ask him, please. While you do that I will go look around for Malfoy. See you owe me." Hermione said with a smile.

"Whatever." With that Ginny left the room. Hermione stood up and walked over to the mirror. Her face was all puffy still. Easily fixed Ginny taught her a few cosmetic spells.

Hermione left her dormitory and walked out of the common room (with lots of whispers as she walked through it) and towards the Great Hall. Since Crabbe and Goyle were probably still shoving their faces Malfoy should be near them.

About five minutes later Hermione walked into the Great Hall. It was mostly empty but sure enough there they were. Hermione sat down at the Gryfindor table and started eating some salad. Before she had her third bite Malfoy stood up and exited the Hall. The blockheads were still eating. This was the time to ask. Hermione stood up and exited the Hall. She looked around; Malfoy was no where in sight. She heard foot steps going down the stairs she ran to find who was making them.

Sure enough, there was Malfoy walking down the stairs. "Malfoy, wait up!" Hermione yelled breathlessly; Malfoy sure walked fast. He turned around to see who called his name and stared at Hermione.

"Mudblood what the hell do you want? I heard that you are quite the little slut, is that what you want with me? Too damn bad, I wouldn't waste my time with you." Malfoy spat at Hermione.

"Don't flatter yourself. Do you have a date for the ball yet?"

"You say don't flatter yourself and then you ask me about the ball?"

"Why would I go with you? Just answer me."

"No."

"Well, I know someone who would like to meet you sometime."

"Who?"

"I can't say."

"Well, your only friend is Potter. Oh god no, I am not like that. You bloody sicko!"

"A girl, Malfoy. Harry isn't like that either."

"What does she look like? Is she-" Malfoy started.

"YOU ARE SICK! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Hermione said raising her tone.

"Just asking. Besides she knows you I wouldn't waste my time." Malfoy turned around and headed back down the stairs.

"Wait! Just meet her. Um- tonight."

"Where?"

"Er-prefects bathroom. Third floor. Girls one. Behind the painting of Laura of Lilies. Password is White Roses. At 11 o'clock." Hermione said quickly.

"I'll think about it. My time is very valuable." With that Malfoy was gone. Hermione sighed. Why was she doing this for Ginny. 

Hermione walked back to the Gryfindor tower. She had to tell Ginny. About ten minutes later Hermione was walking into the common room. Half of the room stared at her. She noticed Lavender and a group of girls giggling and glaring at her. Harry was in the far courner make out plays for quidditch. Ron was not in there.

"So did you talk to him?" Ginny's voice came from behind Hermione. Hermione nodded. "Really?! That is so cool! What did he say?"

"You are meeting him tonight. Laura of Lilies prefect bathroom at 11."

"Oh my! I have 45 minutes to get ready! I will talk to you later! Thank you!" Ginny said and rushed up the stairs.

Wait a minute, Hermione thought; she was going to talk to Ron. Hermione ran up the stairs after Ginny. She reached Ginny's dormitory and knocked on the door. "GINNY!" Hermione said loud.

"What?!" yelled a voice from inside.

"Let me in, the door is locked!" Hermione said. She heard a click and walked in. Hermione was happy Ginny was a prefect. It would be hard to talk about Ron in front of people she doesn't know. "What did Ron say?" Hermione said hopefully.

"Nothing." Ginny shrugged. "Oh well."

Hermione felt her heart breaking. She ran out of the room and to hers. She locked the door and flew herself on her bed, tears pouring down. She finally came up and looked at the other pillow. There was a note pinned to the pillow, with very familiar writing on it.

HAHAHAHA! A cliffy finally! Who wrote the letter to Hermione? I don't know. I am still planning. Anyways, please review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's not hard. Also if you want say who you think the note should be from. I have a ton of ideas that they could be from. Hehehe!